Wings of Memory

Two weathered posts rise from the tide,

One bends its head, the other spreads wide.

A quiet moment, heavy with air,

Reflecting the stillness of hearts laid bare.

The cormorant stretches, wings unfurled,

As though to embrace an unreachable world.

While its companion, somber and low,

Bows to a sorrow it cannot let go.

The water whispers, soft and deep,

Of secrets it holds, of promises it keeps.

Love once soared here, bold and bright,

Now a shadow etched in fading light.

Can I forget, or must I remain,

Anchored to echoes of joy and pain?

Like these sentinels standing alone in the blue,

One mourns the past, the other renews.

Yet still, the horizon offers no end,

Just ripples of longing that twist and bend.

For some loves linger, unable to part,

Forever a tide in the soul’s quiet heart.

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In Wings of Memory, I wanted to capture the feelings of loss and renewal through a simple yet powerful scene—two weathered posts in the tide, each with a bird perched on top. One bird stands tall with its wings stretched wide, almost like it’s reaching for something beyond its grasp. The other bows its head in stillness, as if lost in quiet sorrow. To me, they felt like symbols of that delicate balance between holding onto the past and finding the strength to move forward.

The poem draws on the whispers of the water, the steady pull of the tide, and the echoes of love that linger long after someone is gone. It’s my way of exploring how grief and hope coexist, much like the tide that never truly leaves. I hope it speaks to you and offers a moment to reflect on your own memories.